The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... peace ! Let's to the altar : -Heralds , wait on us : - Instead of gold , we'll offer up our arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.- Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall fuck ...
... peace ! Let's to the altar : -Heralds , wait on us : - Instead of gold , we'll offer up our arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.- Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall fuck ...
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... peace may be obtain'd . Awake , awake , English nobility ! Let not sloth dim your honours , new - begot : Cropp'd are the flower - de - luces in your arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this ...
... peace may be obtain'd . Awake , awake , English nobility ! Let not sloth dim your honours , new - begot : Cropp'd are the flower - de - luces in your arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this ...
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... peace ! Glo . Peace , mayor ; thou know'st little of my wrongs : Here's Beaufort , that regards nor God nor king , Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use . Win . Here's Glofter too , a foe to citizens ; One that still motions war ...
... peace ! Glo . Peace , mayor ; thou know'st little of my wrongs : Here's Beaufort , that regards nor God nor king , Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use . Win . Here's Glofter too , a foe to citizens ; One that still motions war ...
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... Whose glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even so ? Nay , then , I fee , our wars Will turn unto a peaceful comick sport , When ladies Will Act 11 . 27 KING HENRY VI , Upon the which, that every one may read, ...
... Whose glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even so ? Nay , then , I fee , our wars Will turn unto a peaceful comick sport , When ladies Will Act 11 . 27 KING HENRY VI , Upon the which, that every one may read, ...
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William Shakespeare. Will turn unto a peaceful comick sport , When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.- You may not , my lord , despise her gentle suit . Tal . Ne'er trust me then ; for , when a world of men Could not prevail with all ...
William Shakespeare. Will turn unto a peaceful comick sport , When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.- You may not , my lord , despise her gentle suit . Tal . Ne'er trust me then ; for , when a world of men Could not prevail with all ...
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Страница 56 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Страница 38 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Страница 37 - This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light ; What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
Страница 37 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.